Versuri Theatre Of Tragedy - Play

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sitsMaking chit-chat, this and that, from the bitsConsumed, perfumed, detracts
the room despiteGlowing, knowing she can head for the limelightShe's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shameA
shame She won't fit in his worldShe exists for the gameA shame Tricky repertoireWords flying 'roundPicky seminarBound
to be drowned in the soundSticky shirt and tiePlay 'Bottoms Up' in the barIcky, fly guy - why,She's nastier by farIt's
appeasing how she wanna flaunt her furHis mind's but a blurHe's derailing from his train of thoughtDoing not what he ought and
was taughtHe's trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stickSomeone must have gone click, click, click, click Can't see
what's new, he doesn't have a clue Of what to do with the woman he thought that he knewShe's too rich for her men She won't
stay, what a shameA shame She won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game A shame.